Guest guest Posted December 22, 2008 Report Share Posted December 22, 2008 Dear Kishore, Sad to read about Maya Bund. Accidentlly i deleted the mail in which you had mentioned her address and contact nos.kindly write them once more sunil taneja To: mgims@...: kshahsky@...: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 01:17:45 +0530Subject: Goodbye? " Yaar, Maya Band ka Band baj gaya. " " Don't joke! " Pradeep pokes me in the stomach. " Colo-rectal carcinoma is asserious as it gets. " Yeah! I remember Maya as the over weight girl of our class. She alwaysjoined in the jokes and the fun, and was ever smiling. The darnedest thingshappen to the darnedest people.I grope in my shirt pocket and pull out the chit. I peer at the scrawl, " Itis Block No D1, Room No.5. " We ask our way around the white tiled hospital.A young, helpful nurse points out the correct way. In passing, I wish I wereat least 20 years younger. I wistfully look away. " You remember how she was always in a dilemma about how to spell hersurname? " Pradeep tries to make conversation. " Yes! I do remember. Hersurname was Bund as in the 'und' part of underground. But the Punjabisalways mispronounced it as Boond, as in posterior part of our anatomy. Whatan irony that it is the very part that is involved now. So she preferredBand, where it got mispronounced as that instrumental mélange of Shaadibaraat. " We see the clearly labeled Room No. 5 / 6. There is no one on one bed.However the other bed is occupied by a haggard old lady of around 80 years.I decide to ask her about Maya. " Excuse me! Do you know where Dr. Maya is? " The old lady lifts her tired rheumy eyes and says tremulously, " AareyKishore! Don't you recognize me? " There are no words to describe how I feel. I feel at once shocked,flabbergasted, dumbfounded and ashamed. What a goof up I have done! Whatwill Maya think of me? Of herself? But the one emotion, which dominateseverything, is fear. Is this how we all will end? As withered bags of skinand bones? " Maya?!!! " That one word compresses all my astonishment and sympathy. " Yeah! I know that I have changed. Is that Pradeep with you? He also haslost a lot of hair. You have remained the same. " " It's genetic, I suppose. But never mind me. Since when have you been here? " She is a bit breathless. Her voice comes in short gasps. " I have been herefor five long months! They have done such extensive operations, and now thisChemotherapy is draining me. " Pradeep is so shocked by her appearance that he launches into a big timebloomer. " First Deepak Phuljhaley of our batch died. But he died of heartattack! Then there was Neelam Soft. She had Ovarian Carcinoma! " I nudge Pradeep and glare at him, moving my eyebrows up and down. Pradeepsuddenly catches my hint and lamely ends it with, " However, these Colorectal carcinomas have good prognosis. " Then he lapses into silence bitinghis tongue.Suddenly Maya's husband enters. We immediately hand him the various eatablesand drinks that we have brought with us. He says regretfully, " Thanks forgetting all these things, but she just does not eat anything. " Pradeep and I immediately launch into how nutrition is very important inCancer patients. Anything to avoid the question of prognosis. Maya weaklywaves her hand, " 11 of the 14 removed lymph nodes have tested positive. " That is the trouble with being a doctor. You no longer believe in magic. Youno longer believe in miracles. But Maya bravely continues, " Some specialistsdo say that with proper chemotherapy and radio therapy, recovery is good insome cases. " We nod our heads in unison. What else can we do? We also do not believe inmagic or miracles. But we need to believe.Maya takes a wheezy breath and continues, " But I have no regrets. I had agood practice, a moderately sized hospital. I made quite a name inAhmednagar. I married off my daughter also. I have only one regret. I couldnot attend the silver jubilee reunion of our batch. I could have meteverybody then! " That reminded me. " All of MGIMS has sent good wishes to you. " I reel offthe names.She wrinkles her brow and sinks deeper into the pillow, " I know Dr. OP GuptaSir, of course. And I know Parvin Ansari. But who are these others? " " Well, one pair of them is Dr. Harinath's son and daughter in law. Anotheris Desikan madam's daughter. You remember her? " " Yes! Vaguely. But who are these Kalantri and Das and Kamath and Archana andKamra and Mina and Sharmila and others? " " Well, believe it or not, Maya, they are all part of your family. You maynot know them but now they know you. And they can feel your pain and theyare all praying for you. " Maya tiredly closes her eyes. She is so debilitated that no moisture cameout. But she blinks open her eyes again and says, " Please thank them on mybehalf. " " I shall, Maya, but no one thanks family members. " Conversation flags for a while. Then Maya's husband gets out a huge volumeof case papers for us to read. I remember how I had refused to read 'Warand Peace' in my childhood because I had a principle that I would only readbooks that I could lift. This sheaf is much larger.Mercifully, the nurse enters then with her dressing trolley. Maya cringesat her sight. " That give me spasmodic pains when they clean and flush myIleostomy bag. " Pradeep and I get up thankfully. We can no longer bear to see the ruins ofour cheerful, ever smiling colleague. I decide there and then to instructall my relatives not to do anything heroic in case I get something similar.We turn around and look at the skeleton wrapped in skin called Maya. " Goodbye Maya! " Is there a question there? We walk out with our eyes firmlyglued to the toes of our shoes. This time around, I ignore the young nursethat we had passed on our way in.Kishore Shah 1974 _________________________________________________________________ For the freshest Indian Jobs Visit MSN Jobs http://www.in.msn.com/jobs Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 22, 2008 Report Share Posted December 22, 2008 dear kishorda, Your write up has tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it. Most of us are silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, appreciating sharing but never expressing ourselves, May be not all of us are such gifted writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats off to you ,all non writers now feel like saying something and wanting to stay connected. let me tell you i,ve got so addicted to this family platform- that i,m writing this after i,ve finished a high risk C- section at 2 am! today it feels nice that there are so many others who find that when you share, sorrows decrease and joys increase. regards, sharmila-82 From: Shah <kshahskygmail (DOT) com> Subject: Goodbye? To: mgimsyahoogroups (DOT) com Date: Saturday, 20 December, 2008, 7:47 PM " Yaar, Maya Band ka Band baj gaya. " " Don't joke! " Pradeep pokes me in the stomach. " Colo-rectal carcinoma is as serious as it gets. " Yeah! I remember Maya as the over weight girl of our class. She always joined in the jokes and the fun, and was ever smiling. The darnedest things happen to the darnedest people. I grope in my shirt pocket and pull out the chit. I peer at the scrawl, " It is Block No D1, Room No.5. " We ask our way around the white tiled hospital. A young, helpful nurse points out the correct way. In passing, I wish I were at least 20 years younger. I wistfully look away. " You remember how she was always in a dilemma about how to spell her surname? " Pradeep tries to make conversation. " Yes! I do remember. Her surname was Bund as in the 'und' part of underground. But the Punjabis always mispronounced it as Boond, as in posterior part of our anatomy. What an irony that it is the very part that is involved now. So she preferred Band, where it got mispronounced as that instrumental mélange of Shaadi baraat. " We see the clearly labeled Room No. 5 / 6. There is no one on one bed. However the other bed is occupied by a haggard old lady of around 80 years. I decide to ask her about Maya. " Excuse me! Do you know where Dr. Maya is? " The old lady lifts her tired rheumy eyes and says tremulously, " Aarey Kishore! Don't you recognize me? " There are no words to describe how I feel. I feel at once shocked, flabbergasted, dumbfounded and ashamed. What a goof up I have done! What will Maya think of me? Of herself? But the one emotion, which dominates everything, is fear. Is this how we all will end? As withered bags of skin and bones? " Maya?!!! " That one word compresses all my astonishment and sympathy. " Yeah! I know that I have changed. Is that Pradeep with you? He also has lost a lot of hair. You have remained the same. " " It's genetic, I suppose. But never mind me. Since when have you been here? " She is a bit breathless. Her voice comes in short gasps. " I have been here for five long months! They have done such extensive operations, and now this Chemotherapy is draining me. " Pradeep is so shocked by her appearance that he launches into a big time bloomer. " First Deepak Phuljhaley of our batch died. But he died of heart attack! Then there was Neelam Soft. She had Ovarian Carcinoma! " I nudge Pradeep and glare at him, moving my eyebrows up and down. Pradeep suddenly catches my hint and lamely ends it with, " However, these Colo rectal carcinomas have good prognosis. " Then he lapses into silence biting his tongue. Suddenly Maya's husband enters. We immediately hand him the various eatables and drinks that we have brought with us. He says regretfully, " Thanks for getting all these things, but she just does not eat anything. " Pradeep and I immediately launch into how nutrition is very important in Cancer patients. Anything to avoid the question of prognosis. Maya weakly waves her hand, " 11 of the 14 removed lymph nodes have tested positive. " That is the trouble with being a doctor. You no longer believe in magic. You no longer believe in miracles. But Maya bravely continues, " Some specialists do say that with proper chemotherapy and radio therapy, recovery is good in some cases. " We nod our heads in unison. What else can we do? We also do not believe in magic or miracles. But we need to believe. Maya takes a wheezy breath and continues, " But I have no regrets. I had a good practice, a moderately sized hospital. I made quite a name in Ahmednagar. I married off my daughter also. I have only one regret. I could not attend the silver jubilee reunion of our batch. I could have met everybody then! " That reminded me. " All of MGIMS has sent good wishes to you. " I reel off the names. She wrinkles her brow and sinks deeper into the pillow, " I know Dr. OP Gupta Sir, of course. And I know Parvin Ansari. But who are these others? " " Well, one pair of them is Dr. Harinath's son and daughter in law. Another is Desikan madam's daughter. You remember her? " " Yes! Vaguely. But who are these Kalantri and Das and Kamath and Archana and Kamra and Mina and Sharmila and others? " " Well, believe it or not, Maya, they are all part of your family. You may not know them but now they know you. And they can feel your pain and they are all praying for you. " Maya tiredly closes her eyes. She is so debilitated that no moisture came out. But she blinks open her eyes again and says, " Please thank them on my behalf. " " I shall, Maya, but no one thanks family members. " Conversation flags for a while. Then Maya's husband gets out a huge volume of case papers for us to read. I remember how I had refused to read 'War and Peace' in my childhood because I had a principle that I would only read books that I could lift. This sheaf is much larger. Mercifully, the nurse enters then with her dressing trolley. Maya cringes at her sight. " That give me spasmodic pains when they clean and flush my Ileostomy bag. " Pradeep and I get up thankfully. We can no longer bear to see the ruins of our cheerful, ever smiling colleague. I decide there and then to instruct all my relatives not to do anything heroic in case I get something similar. We turn around and look at the skeleton wrapped in skin called Maya. " Goodbye Maya! " Is there a question there? We walk out with our eyes firmly glued to the toes of our shoes. This time around, I ignore the young nurse that we had passed on our way in. Kishore Shah 1974 Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Go to http://messenger. yahoo..com/ invite/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2008 Report Share Posted December 23, 2008 Dear Kishore, Thanks a lot...! You have penned the feelings of everybody from MGIMS Family. While talking to Maya on phone I was very much shocked to hear her painful voice. She was one of those close friends who were quite in touch with me. Maya had always faced with many health problems. She had thyroid problem, Diabetes , Hypertension , once she had Anaphylaxis withTaxim and last but not the least obesity. With all these problems she was living with a grand smile on her face. With this positive attitude only she could face all these hardships of life. The same spirit of smiling she had nurtured in the whole family Saket (Son), Meenal (Daughter) and Uddhav (Husband). Uddhav although engineer was very much of help in her medical practice.(Of course he was our friend since our college days.) Maya had good experience with her service in Civil Hospital, Ahemadnagar.So She could do Obs Gynae practice & used to tackle many difficult cases. She slowly curtailed and finally stopped the practice because of health problems. But still had joined a job and was serving as medical officer in one clinic. Saket has also become Engineer and doing job. Meenal has completed post graduation in physiotherapy and now happily married for 6 months. With all this Maya had a contended days. But the cruel nature has served her this problems. I feel a miracle may happen and with a strong will power Maya may overcome this problem also. Let us wish all the best for this endeavor !!! Mukund (1974) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2008 Report Share Posted December 23, 2008 chat up with her on phone mobile number: 09422797685 RE: Goodbye? Dear Kishore, Sad to read about Maya Bund. Accidentlly i deleted the mail in which you had mentioned her address and contact nos.kindly write them once more sunil taneja Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2008 Report Share Posted December 23, 2008 Dear Sharmila, I have never considered myself as a gifted writer. I have only written pouring my heart out. That, I think, makes a difference. Everyone can feel what I feel. And that is why there is such a nice and warm response to my simple mail. My advice to everyone is that it does not matter how or what you write, But please write with your heart and not with your brain. We need all of your mails here on this group. And that is how we as a group are so strong. Kishore Shah 1974 Re: Goodbye? dear kishorda, Your write up has tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it. Most of us are silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, appreciating sharing but never expressing ourselves, May be not all of us are such gifted writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats off to you ,all non writers now feel like saying something and wanting to stay connected. let me tell you i,ve got so addicted to this family platform- that i,m writing this after i,ve finished a high risk C- section at 2 am! today it feels nice that there are so many others who find that when you share, sorrows decrease and joys increase. regards, sharmila-82 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2008 Report Share Posted December 23, 2008 I hope your God says " Tathastu " to you, Mukund. My God has always been very rational and relentless. Thanks for all the background info on Maya. Kishore Shah 1974 Re: Goodbye? > Dear Kishore, > But the cruel nature has served her this problems. I > feel a miracle may happen and > with a strong will power Maya may overcome this problem also. Let us wish > all the best for this endeavor !!! > > Mukund (1974) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2008 Report Share Posted December 23, 2008 I see one very positive thing here (in lighter vein). Kishore has managed to draw out more than a few words from our friend Dr Sharmila :-D Ravin '82 On Tue, Dec 23, 2008 at 2:17 AM, Sharmila Kulkarni < rukuaxesharmila@...> wrote: > dear kishorda, > Your write up has tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it. > Most of us are silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, > appreciating sharing but never expressing ourselves, > May be not all of us are such gifted writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats > off to you ,all non writers now feel like saying something and wanting to > stay connected. > let me tell you i,ve got so addicted to this family platform- that i,m > writing this after i,ve finished a high risk C- section at 2 am! > today it feels nice that there are so many others who find that when you > share, sorrows decrease and joys increase. > regards, > sharmila-82 > > > > From: Shah <kshahskygmail (DOT) com> > Subject: Goodbye? > To: mgimsyahoogroups (DOT) com > Date: Saturday, 20 December, 2008, 7:47 PM > > " Yaar, Maya Band ka Band baj gaya. " > > " Don't joke! " Pradeep pokes me in the stomach. " Colo-rectal carcinoma is as > serious as it gets. " > > Yeah! I remember Maya as the over weight girl of our class. She always > joined in the jokes and the fun, and was ever smiling. The darnedest things > happen to the darnedest people. > > I grope in my shirt pocket and pull out the chit. I peer at the scrawl, " It > is Block No D1, Room No.5. " We ask our way around the white tiled hospital. > A young, helpful nurse points out the correct way. In passing, I wish I > were > at least 20 years younger. I wistfully look away. > > " You remember how she was always in a dilemma about how to spell her > surname? " Pradeep tries to make conversation. " Yes! I do remember. Her > surname was Bund as in the 'und' part of underground. But the Punjabis > always mispronounced it as Boond, as in posterior part of our anatomy. What > an irony that it is the very part that is involved now. So she preferred > Band, where it got mispronounced as that instrumental mélange of Shaadi > baraat. " > > We see the clearly labeled Room No. 5 / 6. There is no one on one bed. > However the other bed is occupied by a haggard old lady of around 80 years. > I decide to ask her about Maya. > > " Excuse me! Do you know where Dr. Maya is? " > > The old lady lifts her tired rheumy eyes and says tremulously, " Aarey > Kishore! Don't you recognize me? " > > There are no words to describe how I feel. I feel at once shocked, > flabbergasted, dumbfounded and ashamed. What a goof up I have done! What > will Maya think of me? Of herself? But the one emotion, which dominates > everything, is fear. Is this how we all will end? As withered bags of skin > and bones? > > " Maya?!!! " That one word compresses all my astonishment and sympathy. > > " Yeah! I know that I have changed. Is that Pradeep with you? He also has > lost a lot of hair. You have remained the same. " > > " It's genetic, I suppose. But never mind me. Since when have you been > here? " > > She is a bit breathless. Her voice comes in short gasps. " I have been here > for five long months! They have done such extensive operations, and now > this > Chemotherapy is draining me. " > > Pradeep is so shocked by her appearance that he launches into a big time > bloomer. " First Deepak Phuljhaley of our batch died. But he died of heart > attack! Then there was Neelam Soft. She had Ovarian Carcinoma! " > > I nudge Pradeep and glare at him, moving my eyebrows up and down. Pradeep > suddenly catches my hint and lamely ends it with, " However, these Colo > rectal carcinomas have good prognosis. " Then he lapses into silence biting > his tongue. > > Suddenly Maya's husband enters. We immediately hand him the various > eatables > and drinks that we have brought with us. He says regretfully, " Thanks for > getting all these things, but she just does not eat anything. " > > Pradeep and I immediately launch into how nutrition is very important in > Cancer patients. Anything to avoid the question of prognosis. Maya weakly > waves her hand, " 11 of the 14 removed lymph nodes have tested positive. " > > That is the trouble with being a doctor. You no longer believe in magic. > You > no longer believe in miracles. But Maya bravely continues, " Some > specialists > do say that with proper chemotherapy and radio therapy, recovery is good in > some cases. " > > We nod our heads in unison. What else can we do? We also do not believe in > magic or miracles. But we need to believe. > > Maya takes a wheezy breath and continues, " But I have no regrets. I had a > good practice, a moderately sized hospital. I made quite a name in > Ahmednagar. I married off my daughter also. I have only one regret. I could > not attend the silver jubilee reunion of our batch. I could have met > everybody then! " > > That reminded me. " All of MGIMS has sent good wishes to you. " I reel off > the names. > > She wrinkles her brow and sinks deeper into the pillow, " I know Dr. OP > Gupta > Sir, of course. And I know Parvin Ansari. But who are these others? " > > " Well, one pair of them is Dr. Harinath's son and daughter in law. Another > is Desikan madam's daughter. You remember her? " > > " Yes! Vaguely. But who are these Kalantri and Das and Kamath and Archana > and > Kamra and Mina and Sharmila and others? " > > " Well, believe it or not, Maya, they are all part of your family. You may > not know them but now they know you. And they can feel your pain and they > are all praying for you. " > > Maya tiredly closes her eyes. She is so debilitated that no moisture came > out. But she blinks open her eyes again and says, " Please thank them on my > behalf. " > > " I shall, Maya, but no one thanks family members. " > > Conversation flags for a while. Then Maya's husband gets out a huge volume > of case papers for us to read. I remember how I had refused to read 'War > and Peace' in my childhood because I had a principle that I would only read > books that I could lift. This sheaf is much larger. > > Mercifully, the nurse enters then with her dressing trolley. Maya cringes > at her sight. " That give me spasmodic pains when they clean and flush my > Ileostomy bag. " > > Pradeep and I get up thankfully. We can no longer bear to see the ruins of > our cheerful, ever smiling colleague. I decide there and then to instruct > all my relatives not to do anything heroic in case I get something similar. > We turn around and look at the skeleton wrapped in skin called Maya. > " Goodbye Maya! " Is there a question there? We walk out with our eyes firmly > glued to the toes of our shoes. This time around, I ignore the young nurse > that we had passed on our way in. > > Kishore Shah 1974 > > Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Go to http://messenger.yahoo..com/ invite/ > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 24, 2008 Report Share Posted December 24, 2008 Sorry about sounding stupid but what does 'Kwachit' in the last line mean? Archana '82 To: mgims@...: kshahsky@...: Wed, 24 Dec 2008 15:31:44 +0530Subject: Re: Goodbye? Wow! That's poetically put!Kishore Shah 1974 Re: Goodbye?dear kishorda,Your write up >> has>> tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it.Most of us are>> silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, appreciating>> sharing but never expressing ourselves,May be not all of us are such >> gifted>> writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats off to you ,all non writers now >> feel>> like saying something and wanting to stay connected.let me tell you i,ve >> got>> so addicted to this family platform- that i,m writing this after i,ve>> finished a high risk C- section at 2 am!today it feels nice that there >> are>> so many others who find that when you share, sorrows decrease and joys>> increase.regards,sharmila-82>>>> __________________________________________________________>> For the freshest Indian Jobs Visit MSN Jobs>> http://www.in.msn.com/jobs>>>>>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]>>>>>>>>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]>>> ------------------------------------>> ------------------------------> Website: www.mgims.ac.in------------------------------ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 24, 2008 Report Share Posted December 24, 2008 Hello all, have missed the action as I am in India.Was searching the net for Kishoreda's number to contact him and came across this mail. really sad. She sounds like a fighter. My best wishes to her. Malini > > From: Shah <kshahskygmail (DOT) com> > Subject: Goodbye? > To: mgimsyahoogroups (DOT) com > Date: Saturday, 20 December, 2008, 7:47 PM > > " Yaar, Maya Band ka Band baj gaya. " > > " Don't joke! " Pradeep pokes me in the stomach. " Colo-rectal carcinoma is as > serious as it gets. " > > Yeah! I remember Maya as the over weight girl of our class. She always > joined in the jokes and the fun, and was ever smiling. The darnedest things > happen to the darnedest people. > > I grope in my shirt pocket and pull out the chit. I peer at the scrawl, " It > is Block No D1, Room No.5. " We ask our way around the white tiled hospital. > A young, helpful nurse points out the correct way. In passing, I wish I were > at least 20 years younger. I wistfully look away. > > " You remember how she was always in a dilemma about how to spell her > surname? " Pradeep tries to make conversation. " Yes! I do remember. Her > surname was Bund as in the 'und' part of underground. But the Punjabis > always mispronounced it as Boond, as in posterior part of our anatomy. What > an irony that it is the very part that is involved now. So she preferred > Band, where it got mispronounced as that instrumental mélange of Shaadi > baraat. " > > We see the clearly labeled Room No. 5 / 6. There is no one on one bed. > However the other bed is occupied by a haggard old lady of around 80 years. > I decide to ask her about Maya. > > " Excuse me! Do you know where Dr. Maya is? " > > The old lady lifts her tired rheumy eyes and says tremulously, " Aarey > Kishore! Don't you recognize me? " > > There are no words to describe how I feel. I feel at once shocked, > flabbergasted, dumbfounded and ashamed. What a goof up I have done! What > will Maya think of me? Of herself? But the one emotion, which dominates > everything, is fear. Is this how we all will end? As withered bags of skin > and bones? > > " Maya?!!! " That one word compresses all my astonishment and sympathy. > > " Yeah! I know that I have changed. Is that Pradeep with you? He also has > lost a lot of hair. You have remained the same. " > > " It's genetic, I suppose. But never mind me. Since when have you been here? " > > She is a bit breathless. Her voice comes in short gasps. " I have been here > for five long months! They have done such extensive operations, and now this > Chemotherapy is draining me. " > > Pradeep is so shocked by her appearance that he launches into a big time > bloomer. " First Deepak Phuljhaley of our batch died. But he died of heart > attack! Then there was Neelam Soft. She had Ovarian Carcinoma! " > > I nudge Pradeep and glare at him, moving my eyebrows up and down. Pradeep > suddenly catches my hint and lamely ends it with, " However, these Colo > rectal carcinomas have good prognosis. " Then he lapses into silence biting > his tongue. > > Suddenly Maya's husband enters. We immediately hand him the various eatables > and drinks that we have brought with us. He says regretfully, " Thanks for > getting all these things, but she just does not eat anything. " > > Pradeep and I immediately launch into how nutrition is very important in > Cancer patients. Anything to avoid the question of prognosis. Maya weakly > waves her hand, " 11 of the 14 removed lymph nodes have tested positive. " > > That is the trouble with being a doctor. You no longer believe in magic. You > no longer believe in miracles. But Maya bravely continues, " Some specialists > do say that with proper chemotherapy and radio therapy, recovery is good in > some cases. " > > We nod our heads in unison. What else can we do? We also do not believe in > magic or miracles. But we need to believe. > > Maya takes a wheezy breath and continues, " But I have no regrets. I had a > good practice, a moderately sized hospital. I made quite a name in > Ahmednagar. I married off my daughter also. I have only one regret. I could > not attend the silver jubilee reunion of our batch. I could have met > everybody then! " > > That reminded me. " All of MGIMS has sent good wishes to you. " I reel off > the names. > > She wrinkles her brow and sinks deeper into the pillow, " I know Dr. OP Gupta > Sir, of course. And I know Parvin Ansari. But who are these others? " > > " Well, one pair of them is Dr. Harinath's son and daughter in law. Another > is Desikan madam's daughter. You remember her? " > > " Yes! Vaguely. But who are these Kalantri and Das and Kamath and Archana and > Kamra and Mina and Sharmila and others? " > > " Well, believe it or not, Maya, they are all part of your family. You may > not know them but now they know you. And they can feel your pain and they > are all praying for you. " > > Maya tiredly closes her eyes. She is so debilitated that no moisture came > out. But she blinks open her eyes again and says, " Please thank them on my > behalf. " > > " I shall, Maya, but no one thanks family members. " > > Conversation flags for a while. Then Maya's husband gets out a huge volume > of case papers for us to read. I remember how I had refused to read 'War > and Peace' in my childhood because I had a principle that I would only read > books that I could lift. This sheaf is much larger. > > Mercifully, the nurse enters then with her dressing trolley. Maya cringes > at her sight. " That give me spasmodic pains when they clean and flush my > Ileostomy bag. " > > Pradeep and I get up thankfully. We can no longer bear to see the ruins of > our cheerful, ever smiling colleague. I decide there and then to instruct > all my relatives not to do anything heroic in case I get something similar. > We turn around and look at the skeleton wrapped in skin called Maya. > " Goodbye Maya! " Is there a question there? We walk out with our eyes firmly > glued to the toes of our shoes. This time around, I ignore the young nurse > that we had passed on our way in. > > Kishore Shah 1974 > > Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Go to http://messenger. yahoo..com/ invite/ > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 25, 2008 Report Share Posted December 25, 2008 Its my pleasure to reply 'Bhale hi' alp Shabdon mein kaha gaya ho OPG To: mgims@...: archanadhir@...: Wed, 24 Dec 2008 10:24:39 +0000Subject: RE: Goodbye? Sorry about sounding stupid but what does 'Kwachit' in the last line mean?Archana '82To: mgims@...: kshahsky@...: Wed, 24 Dec 2008 15:31:44 +0530Subject: Re: Goodbye?Wow! That's poetically put!Kishore Shah 1974 Re: Goodbye?dear kishorda,Your write up >> has>> tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it.Most of us are>> silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, appreciating>> sharing but never expressing ourselves,May be not all of us are such >> gifted>> writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats off to you ,all non writers now >> feel>> like saying something and wanting to stay connected.let me tell you i,ve >> got>> so addicted to this family platform- that i,m writing this after i,ve>> finished a high risk C- section at 2 am!today it feels nice that there >> are>> so many others who find that when you share, sorrows decrease and joys>> increase.regards,sharmila-82>>>> __________________________________________________________>> For the freshest Indian Jobs Visit MSN Jobs>> http://www.in.msn.com/jobs>>>>>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]>>>>>>>>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]>>> ------------------------------------>> ------------------------------> Website: www.mgims.ac.in------------------------------ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 25, 2008 Report Share Posted December 25, 2008 Kwachit means " sometimes " . Kishore Shah 1974 Re: Goodbye?dear kishorda,Your write up > >> has>> tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it.Most of us > are>> silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, > appreciating>> sharing but never expressing ourselves,May be not all of us > are such >> gifted>> writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats off to you ,all > non writers now >> feel>> like saying something and wanting to stay > connected.let me tell you i,ve >> got>> so addicted to this family > platform- that i,m writing this after i,ve>> finished a high risk C- > section at 2 am!today it feels nice that there >> are>> so many others who > find that when you share, sorrows decrease and joys>> > increase.regards,sharmila-82>>>> > __________________________________________________________>> For the > freshest Indian Jobs Visit MSN Jobs>> http://www.in.msn.com/jobs>>>>>> > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 25, 2008 Report Share Posted December 25, 2008 Thanks Kishoreda. Archana'82 To: mgims@...: kshahsky@...: Thu, 25 Dec 2008 11:25:15 +0530Subject: Re: Goodbye? Kwachit means " sometimes " .Kishore Shah 1974 Re: Goodbye?dear kishorda,Your write up > >> has>> tugged at the heartstrings of everyone who has read it.Most of us > are>> silently connected to this big Mgims family-reading smiling, > appreciating>> sharing but never expressing ourselves,May be not all of us > are such >> gifted>> writers like you ,kishorda,! but hats off to you ,all > non writers now >> feel>> like saying something and wanting to stay > connected.let me tell you i,ve >> got>> so addicted to this family > platform- that i,m writing this after i,ve>> finished a high risk C- > section at 2 am!today it feels nice that there >> are>> so many others who > find that when you share, sorrows decrease and joys>> > increase.regards,sharmila-82>>>> > __________________________________________________________>> For the > freshest Indian Jobs Visit MSN Jobs>> http://www.in.msn.com/jobs>>>>>> > [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]>>>>>>>>> [Non-text > portions of this message have been > removed]>>> ------------------------------------>> ------------------------------> > Website: www.mgims.ac.in------------------------------Yahoo! Groups > Links>>>>>>>>> __________________________________________________________> Get Windows Live Messenger on your Mobile> http://clk.atdmt.com/UKM/go/msnnkmgl0010000001ukm/direct/01/>> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]>>> ------------------------------------>> ------------------------------> Website: www.mgims.ac.in------------------------------ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 25, 2008 Report Share Posted December 25, 2008 Thanks OPG Sir -- Now that I understand it -- that was beautifully said. http://clk.atdmt.com/UKM/go/122465942/direct/01/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 25, 2008 Report Share Posted December 25, 2008 Dear Dr Kishore, Thank-you for writing whole episode in detail. My heart beating kept on increasing as I was reading email, but when I reached the point where you have mentioned my name, I could not hold myself. I had tears in my eyes. You are right that we are a family. It is hard to believe all this but the fact is fact... May God bless her. I wish her full recovery. Parvin 71 ________________________________ To: mgims Sent: Saturday, December 20, 2008 4:17:45 PM Subject: Goodbye? " Yaar, Maya Band ka Band baj gaya. " " Don't joke! " Pradeep pokes me in the stomach. " Colo-rectal carcinoma is as serious as it gets. " Yeah! I remember Maya as the over weight girl of our class. She always joined in the jokes and the fun, and was ever smiling. The darnedest things happen to the darnedest people. I grope in my shirt pocket and pull out the chit. I peer at the scrawl, " It is Block No D1, Room No.5. " We ask our way around the white tiled hospital. A young, helpful nurse points out the correct way. In passing, I wish I were at least 20 years younger. I wistfully look away. " You remember how she was always in a dilemma about how to spell her surname? " Pradeep tries to make conversation. " Yes! I do remember. Her surname was Bund as in the 'und' part of underground. But the Punjabis always mispronounced it as Boond, as in posterior part of our anatomy. What an irony that it is the very part that is involved now. So she preferred Band, where it got mispronounced as that instrumental mélange of Shaadi baraat. " We see the clearly labeled Room No. 5 / 6. There is no one on one bed. However the other bed is occupied by a haggard old lady of around 80 years. I decide to ask her about Maya. " Excuse me! Do you know where Dr. Maya is? " The old lady lifts her tired rheumy eyes and says tremulously, " Aarey Kishore! Don't you recognize me? " There are no words to describe how I feel. I feel at once shocked, flabbergasted, dumbfounded and ashamed. What a goof up I have done! What will Maya think of me? Of herself? But the one emotion, which dominates everything, is fear. Is this how we all will end? As withered bags of skin and bones? " Maya?!!! " That one word compresses all my astonishment and sympathy. " Yeah! I know that I have changed. Is that Pradeep with you? He also has lost a lot of hair. You have remained the same. " " It's genetic, I suppose. But never mind me. Since when have you been here? " She is a bit breathless. Her voice comes in short gasps. " I have been here for five long months! They have done such extensive operations, and now this Chemotherapy is draining me. " Pradeep is so shocked by her appearance that he launches into a big time bloomer. " First Deepak Phuljhaley of our batch died. But he died of heart attack! Then there was Neelam Soft. She had Ovarian Carcinoma! " I nudge Pradeep and glare at him, moving my eyebrows up and down. Pradeep suddenly catches my hint and lamely ends it with, " However, these Colo rectal carcinomas have good prognosis. " Then he lapses into silence biting his tongue. Suddenly Maya's husband enters. We immediately hand him the various eatables and drinks that we have brought with us. He says regretfully, " Thanks for getting all these things, but she just does not eat anything. " Pradeep and I immediately launch into how nutrition is very important in Cancer patients. Anything to avoid the question of prognosis. Maya weakly waves her hand, " 11 of the 14 removed lymph nodes have tested positive. " That is the trouble with being a doctor. You no longer believe in magic. You no longer believe in miracles. But Maya bravely continues, " Some specialists do say that with proper chemotherapy and radio therapy, recovery is good in some cases. " We nod our heads in unison. What else can we do? We also do not believe in magic or miracles. But we need to believe. Maya takes a wheezy breath and continues, " But I have no regrets. I had a good practice, a moderately sized hospital. I made quite a name in Ahmednagar. I married off my daughter also. I have only one regret. I could not attend the silver jubilee reunion of our batch. I could have met everybody then! " That reminded me. " All of MGIMS has sent good wishes to you. " I reel off the names. She wrinkles her brow and sinks deeper into the pillow, " I know Dr. OP Gupta Sir, of course. And I know Parvin Ansari. But who are these others? " " Well, one pair of them is Dr. Harinath's son and daughter in law. Another is Desikan madam's daughter. You remember her? " " Yes! Vaguely. But who are these Kalantri and Das and Kamath and Archana and Kamra and Mina and Sharmila and others? " " Well, believe it or not, Maya, they are all part of your family. You may not know them but now they know you. And they can feel your pain and they are all praying for you. " Maya tiredly closes her eyes. She is so debilitated that no moisture came out. But she blinks open her eyes again and says, " Please thank them on my behalf. " " I shall, Maya, but no one thanks family members. " Conversation flags for a while. Then Maya's husband gets out a huge volume of case papers for us to read. I remember how I had refused to read 'War and Peace' in my childhood because I had a principle that I would only read books that I could lift. This sheaf is much larger. Mercifully, the nurse enters then with her dressing trolley. Maya cringes at her sight. " That give me spasmodic pains when they clean and flush my Ileostomy bag. " Pradeep and I get up thankfully. We can no longer bear to see the ruins of our cheerful, ever smiling colleague. I decide there and then to instruct all my relatives not to do anything heroic in case I get something similar. We turn around and look at the skeleton wrapped in skin called Maya. " Goodbye Maya! " Is there a question there? We walk out with our eyes firmly glued to the toes of our shoes. This time around, I ignore the young nurse that we had passed on our way in. Kishore Shah 1974 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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